NELLIE BOYNTON by Nellie Boynton

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 18, 1868

NELLIE BOYNTON

By Nellie Boynton

From Sr. Boynton.

DEAR BRETHREN AND SISTERS: Although “slow of speech,” I feel it my duty to add my humble testimony in favor of present truth, and the goodness of God. Almost five months have elapsed since I commenced keeping the Sabbath of the Lord. For months I had been under strong conviction, and often spending sleepless nights, and days of silent agony, combatting unbelief and prejudice. I made the decision to keep the Sabbath “according to the commandment.” Still I was not converted, and having been a Universalist, and a most hardened unbeliever, Satan was loth to give me up. But glory be to God who giveth us the victory, through the prayers of the little church at Chesaning, I found peace in believing. Ah! who but those that have tasted, can realize the value of that word. The peace of God that floweth like a river; Oh! if it could only last forever. But no; we need the trials and temptations we meet with here to fit us for the enjoyment of our blessed home, where, thank God, there will be no more sin.

I have been suffering for twenty-five years from the effects of drugs, which caused my lameness, since which time I have walked on crutches, and for the past year have been suffering from spinal disease, which obliges me to lie down all the time. But I know that “these light afflictions work for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,” and everything works together for good to them that love God.

I love the REVIEW; there is always something just suited to my case; and it is to me companion and friend. My friends are all perfectly indifferent, and offer no opposition except ridicule. My heart yearns for them. How can I leave them behind. But God is just, and doeth all things well.

I am trying to live out the health reform, but it is very difficult, situated as I am, and I find oft times that the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Pray for me dear sisters, that I may overcome, and meet you where “the lame man shall leap as an hart,” and the inhabitants shall never say, I am sick.

NELLIE BOYNTON

Saginaw Co., Mich.